Wind dashing over hawthorn bushes.
Sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff.
The hum of engines trawling the mist like a lost soul,
seeking home.
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About maskednative
I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
Really nice. There is something about your last sentence that makes the entire poem a moment of now, being fully present.
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Thank you Tom, that’s a big compliment coming from you. I always feel fully present when I read your poetry, much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on Tall Ships Gallery and commented:
Some thoughts to transport you down by the sea from #maskednative beautiful !
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Thank you so much Rich.
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I’m glad Natalie introduced me to your heart felt poetry.
blessings, Brad
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Welcome and thank you for a lovely comment. I am very happy to have found your site too, such gorgeous photography.
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Thanks! I’m itching to have a good camera again. 🙂
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heart
of
the
journey
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the journey home, to where the heart is.
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